He stops, falters : What say I? I know not! CYRANO off his balance, trying to find the thread of his sentence : Ay,--to be at last sincere; Till now, my chilled heart, fearing to be mocked. Instead of sipping in a pygmy glass Dull fashionable waters,--did we try How the soul slakes its thirst in fearless draught By drinking from the river's flooding brim! Look up but at her stars! The quiet Heaven Will ease our hearts of all things artificial; I fear lest, 'midst the alchemy we're skilled in The truth of sentiment dissolve and vanish,-- The soul exhausted by these empty pastimes, The gain of fine things be the loss of all things!
Turning frank loving into subtle fencing! At last the moment comes, inevitable,-- --Oh, woe for those who never know that moment!
When feeling love exists in us, ennobling, Each well-weighed word is futile and soul-saddening! I love thee! I am mad! I love, I stifle! Thy name is in my heart as in a sheep-bell, And as I ever tremble, thinking of thee, Ever the bell shakes, ever thy name ringeth!
All things of thine I mind, for I love all things; I know that last year on the twelfth of May-month, To walk abroad, one day you changed your hair-plaits! I am so used to take your hair for daylight That,--like as when the eye stares on the sun's disk, One sees long after a red blot on all things-- So, when I quit thy beams, my dazzled vision Sees upon all things a blonde stain imprinted.
Love,--and yet, strangely, not a selfish passion! I for your joy would gladly lay mine own down, --E'en though you never were to know it,--never! Each glance of thine awakes in me a virtue,-- A novel, unknown valor.
Dost begin, sweet, To understand? So late, dost understand me? Feel'st thou my soul, here, through the darkness mounting? Too fair the night! Too fair, too fair the moment! That I should speak thus, and that you should hearken! Too fair! In moments when my hopes rose proudest, I never hoped such guerdon.
Naught is left me But to die now! Have words of mine the power To make you tremble,--throned there in the branches? Ay, like a leaf among the leaves, you tremble! You tremble! For I feel,--an if you will it, Or will it not,--your hand's beloved trembling Thrill through the branches, down your sprays of jasmine! One thing, but one, I dare to ask Hurt I modesty?
If so--the kiss I asked--oh, grant it not. Wait awhile,. Steps come! Roxane shuts the window. Cyrano listens to the lutes, one of which plays a merry, the other a melancholy, tune : Why, they play sad--then gay--then sad! Neither man nor woman? The moment of intoxication-- Of madness,--when your mouths are sure to meet Thanks to your fair mustache--and her rose lips! To himself : I'd fainer it should come thanks to.
The word is sweet. I see not why your lip should shrink from it; If the word burns it,--what would the kiss do? Glide gently, imperceptibly, still onward-- From tear to kiss,--a moment's thrill! An oath that's ratified,--a sealed promise, A heart's avowal claiming confirmation,-- A rose-dot on the 'i' of 'adoration,'-- A secret that to mouth, not ear, is whispered,-- Brush of a bee's wing, that makes time eternal,-- Communion perfumed like the spring's wild flowers,-- The heart's relieving in the heart's outbreathing, When to the lips the soul's flood rises, brimming!
Christian springs forward, and by means of the bench, the branches, and the pillars, climbs to the balcony and strides over it. Strange pain that wrings my heart! The kiss, love's feast, so near! I, Lazarus, Lie at the gate in darkness. Yet to me Falls still a crumb or two from the rich man's board-- Ay, 'tis my heart receives thee, Roxane--mine!
For on the lips you press you kiss as well The words I spoke just now! The lutes play : A sad air,--a gay air: the monk! He begins to run as if he came from a long way off, and cries out : Hola! Unsealing the letter : I love you,--therefore-- She reads in a low voice by the aid of Ragueneau's lantern : 'Lady, The drums beat; My regiment buckles its harness on And starts; but I,--they deem me gone before-- But I stay.
I have dared to disobey Your mandate. I am here in convent walls. I come to you to-night. By this poor monk-- A simple fool who knows not what he bears-- I send this missive to apprise your ear. Your lips erewhile have smiled on me, too sweet: I go not ere I've seen them once again!
I would be private; send each soul away, Receive alone him,--whose great boldness you Have deigned, I hope, to pardon, ere he asks,-- He who is ever your--et cetera. For this cause I send these lines--to your fair ear addressed-- By a holy man, discreet, intelligent: It is our will that you receive from him, In your own house, the marriage She turns the page : benediction Straightway, this night.
Unknown to all the world Christian becomes your husband. Him we send. He is abhorrent to your choice. Let be. Resign yourself, and this obedience Will be by Heaven well recompensed. Receive, Fair lady, all assurance of respect, From him who ever was, and still remains, Your humble and obliged--et cetera. I knew naught was to fear; It could be but holy business! While Ragueneau opens the door, and Christian invites the friar to enter, she whispers to Cyrano : Oh, keep De Guiche at bay!
He will be here! Let him not enter till. To the friar : What time need you to tie the marriage-knot? He jumps on the bench, climbs to the balcony by the wall : Come!. I have my plan!. The lutes begin to play a very sad air : What, ho! The tremolo grows more and more weird : It is a man!
He is on the balcony, pulls his hat over his eyes, takes off his sword, wraps himself in his cloak, then leans over : 'Tis not too high! He strides across the balcony, and drawing to him a long branch of one of the trees that are by the garden wall, he hangs on to it with both hands, ready to let himself fall : I'll shake this atmosphere!
If he knows my voice! Letting go with one hand, he pretends to turn an invisible key. Solemnly : Cric! Assume thou, Cyrano, to serve the turn, The accent of thy native Bergerac!. I see dim,--this mask hinders me! He is about to enter, when Cyrano leaps from the balcony, holding on to the branch, which bends, dropping him between the door and De Guiche; he pretends to fall heavily, as from a great height, and lies flat on the ground, motionless, as if stunned.
De Guiche starts back : What's this? When he looks up, the branch has sprung back into its place. He sees only the sky, and is lost in amazement : Where fell that man from? Tell the truth! Fear not to tell!
Oh, spare me not! Have I fallen like a shooting star? Oh, tell me! Is it on a moon or earth, that my posterior weight has landed me? Can it be? I'm on A planet where men have black faces? Quite at ease, laughing, dusting himself, bowing : Come--pardon me--by the last water-spout, Covered with ether,--accident of travel! My eyes still full of star-dust, and my spurs Encumbered by the planets' filaments!
Picking something off his sleeve : Ha! CYRANO just as he is about to pass, holds out his leg as if to show him something and stops him : In my leg--the calf--there is a tooth Of the Great Bear, and, passing Neptune close, I would avoid his trident's point, and fell, Thus sitting, plump, right in the Scales!
My weight Is marked, still registered, up there in heaven! Hurriedly preventing De Guiche from passing, and detaining him by the button of his doublet : I swear to you that if you squeezed my nose It would spout milk! Now, would you credit it, that as I fell I saw that Sirius wears a nightcap? Confidentially : The other Bear is still too small to bite. Laughing : I went through the Lyre, but I snapped a cord; Grandiloquent : I mean to write the whole thing in a book; The small gold stars, that, wrapped up in my cloak, I carried safe away at no small risks, Will serve for asterisks i' the printed page!
De Guiche has succeeded in getting by, and goes toward Roxane's door. Cyrano follows him, ready to stop him by force : Six novel methods, all, this brain invented! CYRANO volubly : First, with body naked as your hand, Festooned about with crystal flacons, full O' th' tears the early morning dew distils; My body to the sun's fierce rays exposed To let it suck me up, as 't sucks the dew!
CYRANO stepping back, and enticing him further away : And then, the second way, To generate wind--for my impetus-- To rarefy air, in a cedar case, By mirrors placed icosahedron-wise. CYRANO still stepping backward : Or--for I have some mechanic skill-- To make a grasshopper, with springs of steel, And launch myself by quick succeeding fires Saltpeter-fed to the stars' pastures blue!
CYRANO who, while speaking, had drawn him to the other side of the square near a bench : Sitting on an iron platform--thence To throw a magnet in the air. This is A method well conceived--the magnet flown, Infallibly the iron will pursue: Then quick! I' th' witching hour when the moon woos the wave, I laid me, fresh from a sea-bath, on the shore-- And, failing not to put head foremost--for The hair holds the sea-water in its mesh-- I rose in air, straight!
When lo! Suddenly returning to his natural voice : The quarter's gone--I'll hinder you no more: The marriage-vows are made. Am I mad? That voice? The house-door opens. Lackeys appear carrying lighted candelabra. Cyrano gracefully uncovers : That nose--Cyrano? He turns round.
Behind the lackeys appear Roxane and Christian, holding each other by the hand. The friar follows them, smiling. Ragueneau also holds a candlestick. The duenna closes the rear, bewildered, having made a hasty toilet : Heavens! Recognizing Christian, in amazement : He? Bowing, with admiration, to Roxane : Cunningly contrived! To Cyrano : My compliments--Sir Apparatus-maker! Your story would arrest at Peter's gate Saints eager for their Paradise! Note well The details.
They'd make a stirring book! To Roxane : Bid your bridegroom, Madame, fond farewell. Drawing out the paper he had put in his pocket : Here is the order. To Christian : Baron, bear it, quick! Promise me that no risks shall put his life In danger! In the background an embankment across the whole stage. Beyond, view of plain extending to the horizon. The country covered with intrenchments.
The walls of Arras and the outlines of its roofs against the sky in the distance. Arms strewn about, drums, etc. Day is breaking with a faint glimmer of yellow sunrise in the east. Sentinels at different points. The cadets of Gascony, wrapped in their mantles, are sleeping. Carbon de Castel-Jaloux and Le Bret are keeping watch. They are very pale and thin. Christian sleeps among the others in his cloak in the foreground, his face illuminated by the fire.
You will awake them. To the cadets : Hush! Sleep on. To Le Bret : He who sleeps, dines! To the cadets, who lift up their heads : Sleep on!
He looks at him : He sleeps. How pale he is! But how handsome still, despite his sufferings. If his poor little lady-love knew that he is dying of hunger. I ran but little risk. I have found me a spot to pass the Spanish lines, where each night they lie drunk. But there will be surprise for us this night.
The French will eat or die. To think that while we are besieging, we should ourselves be caught in a trap and besieged by the Cardinal Infante of Spain. Thankless one. Seeing him turning to enter the tent : Where are you going? The air at this season of the year is hard to digest. CARBON continuing to speak under his breath at the opening of the tent : Come to my aid, you, who have the art of quick retort and gay jest.
Come, hearten them up. ALL rushing to the two newcomers : Well! To the first cadet : Why drag you your legs so sorrowfully? I would fain die thus, some soft summer eve, Making a pointed word for a good cause. Bertrand the fifer! Play Old country airs with plaintive rhythm recurring, Where lurk sweet echoes of the dear home-voices, Each note of which calls like a little sister, Those airs slow, slow ascending, as the smoke-wreaths Rise from the hearthstones of our native hamlets, Their music strikes the ear like Gascon patois!.
The old man seats himself, and gets his flute ready : Your flute was now a warrior in durance; But on its stem your fingers are a-dancing A bird-like minuet! O flute! Remember That flutes were made of reeds first, not laburnum; Make us a music pastoral days recalling-- The soul-time of your youth, in country pastures!. The old man begins to play the airs of Languedoc : Hark to the music, Gascons!.
No more the call to combat, 'Tis now the love-song of the wandering goat-herds!. Hark, Gascons, to the music! The cadets sit with bowed heads; their eyes have a far-off look as if dreaming, and they surreptitiously wipe away their tears with their cuffs and the corner of their cloaks. A nobler pain than hunger,--'tis of the soul, not of the body!
I am well pleased to see their pain change its viscera. Heart-ache is better than stomach-ache. The hero that sleeps in Gascon blood is ever ready to awake in them.
One roll of the drum is enough! Good-by dreams, regrets, native land, love. All that the pipe called forth the drum has chased away! Gascons should ever be crack-brained. Naught more dangerous than a rational Gascon. Out with your cards, pipes, and dice. All begin spreading out the games on the drums, the stools, the ground, and on their cloaks, and light long pipes : And I shall read Descartes.
He walks up and down, reading a little book which he has drawn from his pocket. Enter De Guiche. All appear absorbed and happy. He is very pale. He goes up to Carbon. They examine each other. Aside, with satisfaction : He's green. Ay, Sirs, on all sides I hear that in your ranks you scoff at me; That the Cadets, these loutish, mountain-bred, Poor country squires, and barons of Perigord, Scarce find for me--their Colonel--a disdain Sufficient! It does not please their mightiness to see A point-lace collar on my steel cuirass,-- And they enrage, because a man, in sooth, May be no ragged-robin, yet a Gascon!
All smoke and play : Shall I command your Captain punish you? That will suffice. Addressing himself to the cadets : I can despise your taunts 'Tis well known how I bear me in the war; At Bapaume, yesterday, they saw the rage With which I beat back the Count of Bucquoi; Assembling my own men, I fell on his, And charged three separate times!
It happened thus: While caracoling to recall the troops For the third charge, a band of fugitives Bore me with them, close by the hostile ranks: I was in peril--capture, sudden death! Cyrano de Bergerac The titular character of Cyrano de Bergerac is disarmingly brilliant, highly eloquent, and good in a fight, but also cursed with an abnormally large nose —in short, he has an ugly face but a beautiful… read analysis of Cyrano de Bergerac. At the start of the play, Ragueneau is a popular pastry chef who… read analysis of Ragueneau.
Valvert is proud, rude, and spiteful, and… read analysis of Viscount de Valvert. A close friend and fellow soldier of Cyrano de Bergerac. Captain Carbon de Castel-Jaloux. A young, brave captain in the Gascon cadets, who commands but also respects Cyrano de Bergerac. An old drunkard, with whom Cyrano de Bergerac is friendly. A young nobleman who attends the play in Act 1. A journalist who asks Cyrano de Bergerac to recount his heroic fight with men.
A soldier who flirts with the Flower-girl at the play in Act 1. Our Teacher Edition on Cyrano can help. Themes All Themes. Symbols All Symbols.
Theme Wheel. Everything you need for every book you read. The way the content is organized and presented is seamlessly smooth, innovative, and comprehensive. Cyrano De Bergerac. Plot Summary. LitCharts Teacher Editions. Teach your students to analyze literature like LitCharts does. Detailed explanations, analysis, and citation info for every important quote on LitCharts. The original text plus a side-by-side modern translation of every Shakespeare play. Sign Up. Reviewer: billbarstad - favorite favorite favorite favorite favorite - March 13, Subject: Great A very enjoyable telling of the tragic romance.
Well produced and directed. Stagy at times. Jose Ferrer is excellent as Cyrano. I downloaded the mpeg1 file. Audio and video are fine.
Reviewer: estradam - - February 27, Subject: only sound plays I downloaded,only sound plays, no moving pictures. What am I doing wrong? Reviewer: surfvh - favorite favorite favorite favorite - February 27, Subject: Use Quicktime 7 under Apple's System This is despite comments left by other people who seem to be having various odd problems playing and burning those same movies. For instance, I just downloaded and watched the MP4 version of this movie, Cyrano de Bergerac, and had no problems with it.
Try the above setup, it always works perfectly for me. As to my opinion of this movie, it was the best version available until Gerard Depardieu did his in French worth learning the language if only for that reason.
Reviewer: billz - favorite - February 12, Subject: can't download I have tried all formats yet my media players won't play thisany suggestions? Reviewer: bearpuf - favorite favorite favorite favorite favorite - January 12, Subject: Marvelous if I could hear it As of the other day I was able to download the mpg1 file about 1. A nice thrill and a marvelous piece of classic cinema! Reviewer: mmaenner - favorite favorite favorite favorite favorite - January 2, Subject: Mpeg2 doesn't work for me I just tried the Mpeg2 version and is stops after about 11 minutes.
I tried it with 5 different video player programs and it's no go. It's a great movie I hope it gets fixed, but I wouldn't waste my time downloading 4.
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